It wasn't even a good lie. I expected so much more from you, clever girl. But it was good enough to break my heart. Because you were the one I went to when he lied to me. When I was crying too hard to speak, you were there. And now I don't have to worry about pushing out the words, Because there's nobody to tell.
memories keep flickering back to me like flames licking the corners of my mind and burning their way in when i slipped my plastic ring onto your long finger and you asked me if we were married we could be i told you, and you smiled and twirled it around and wore it all day and you offered to buy me food but when i turned you down you held out your own so i could have a bite today you waved at me in the hall and i don't think i've ever been happier than when my fingers fluttered back
I'm just a girl who asks a thousand questions a day A girl who sits for hours and ponders the rain I'm a girl who will spend a year thinking about friendship And a lifetime thinking about love
I wanted to write a love poem. No. I wanted to write our love poem. I wanted us to have a great story. But we don't. Our story is just a girl, who likes a boy, loves a boy. And a boy who won't look twice.
i know that i'm privileged and in the grand scheme of things i have no reason to be depressed but my calls for help go unanswered and i'm just so lonely i could die
i didn't come right out and say that i need you but i never do but what i did say should have been enough because it doesn't have to be about you again
And just like that, 2 seconds, 2 names, and I can see it. My hopes, Dreams, Crumbling around me. So go ahead and tell me I did my best, Even though that makes me think- Why wasn't my best good enough?
sometimes i feel like i'm trying the hardest but i'm the only one being left behind like everyone else will be married and happy and i'll still be alone watching people i love go and letting them too scared to stop it to change my own fate because if somebody can love them then maybe someday somebody can love me but they don't and so i spend another day and then another night alone wondering why my phone doesn't ring why i'm not the one with a hundred invitations and even more exes? why is everyone else so happy when i'm always so sad? i guess looks are everything aren't they?
I'll smile at anything, But nothing makes me happy anymore. I'm just afraid to show how I feel, Because being weak might scare you away, And you're all I have left.
And it's not even that I'm sad sometimes It's constant An aching in my head Making me feel Feel alone in a crowd And hated by a friend And the things that once brought me joy Are buried under the dust of the sadness Because I won't bring them out anymore Now all they do is remind me Remind me of the past When I was happy sometimes But never always
so all this time i meant nothing to you even when you were telling me everything? i guess i was just ears to you all that time but i still want you to know that to me you were always more
talking to you is hard because you judge what i say and i always think i sound dumb no matter how often you call me and you're perfect and i'm just not